Trash Talk

Breakfast Banter

As the kids were moving like molasses this morning, I made a batch of cinnamon toast for breakfast. (Fast to prepare and gobbled up quickly!) After it was out of the oven and the kids had started eating, I turned and started on the dishes. It wasn’t much later when I overheard this delectable breakfast conversation.

Blessing #3 (Of course! Who else??): I like this toast. It’s sprinkley toast. It looks kinda black and white. Like bird poop! This is bird poop toast. I’m eating bird poop! (big grins) It tastes like bird poop! Mmm-mmmm… it tastes yummy. Yummy bird poop! (grins and giggles)

Meanwhile, Blessing #4:
Moma… Moma… Moma… Lookie, Moma… (I turn to answer her. She’s holding her cinnamony-sugary finger out for me to see.) Moma, look at my bird poop!

I guess it only makes sense that my cinnamon toast would look and taste like bird poop… it's fitting since my soup smells like legs!

Freckled Kitty

After breakfast, #s 1 and 2 were getting on their shoes. #1 got these hot-pink Hello Kitty Crocs (Though, seeing as they are from Payless, I suppose they’re not truly Crocs.) Well, Little Fireball (a.k.a. Blessing #3) poked on those new hot-pink Crocs with a newly-sharpened pencil. “Foam” shoes + sharp pencil = permanent pokes. Suffice it to say that Hello Kitty now has freckles.

Welcome to My Trashcan. Now Scram!

Blessing #5 has started to belly scoot! He lifts up his bottom, brings his knees in, and pushes forward. It looks a lot like a caterpillar crawl. Or like Slimey on Sesame Street. Hmm... I wonder... does that mean I'm like Oscar the Grouch?!

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